Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

the cold metal of the lid, my fingers tracing the embossed letters on the front.

It was enough for maybe six cups if I measured it carefully with a spoon.

I pulled the canister forward, checked the seal, and then pushed it back into the shadow behind the heavy stoneware bin.

A car door closed in the driveway next door, the sound sharp through the kitchen continue reading …